All I had to do now was convince Ronald that if he didn’t pay us back within the required time, his sister-in-law would pay the penalty. I knew he loved his wife. He’d got word we were coming for him and had wisely sent her away. I only hoped that he loved her enough to protect her sister.
Rachel’s sounds of protest quickly turned into a moan beneath my lips, and I let go of her wrists. I flattened my palms over her luscious ass, forcing her even closer to my dick. I wanted inside her pussy so fucking bad. She wasn’t fighting me anymore, but I sensed her grit and sass was still simmering right beneath the surface. That made me smile inside, because there was nothing that turned me on more than a feisty piece of ass. I wound the kiss down and distanced myself. Now was just not the time.
“Are you willing to take your sister’s place?” I asked after pulling back from her mouth.
“Yes,” she whispered without hesitation, looking directly into my eyes, and, fuck, what I saw there cranked my libido up. I could tell that she was trying to keep it together, and I had to wonder if it was because of the affect my kiss had had on her, or if it was because of the situation that involved Ronald. My gut told me that it was both.
“I want to be clear, Rachel. This isn’t a fuckin’ kidnapping. You’re agreeing to come with us as collateral until Ronald pays us back in full, for however long it takes.” I didn’t want any misunderstandings.
“And you’ll leave my sister alone?”
That seemed to be all she cared about. “As long as you stay for the duration, and that doesn’t mean as my guest.” My gaze focused on her full lips, which were still swollen and wet from my kiss. All I could think about was them wrapped around my dick.
As I took a step back I couldn’t control my need to touch her tits. They were heavy and round through her tank, and I pinched a nipple that was already hard. I nearly came undone, watching the arousal sharpen on her pretty face as she pulled the bottom half of her lips into her mouth. Fucking hell, I had to get away from her before I fucked her right then and there!
“Bulldog.” He stepped up beside me. I kept my eyes on Rachel’s. “Take her outside and wait for me.”
I wondered if she’d go with him without a fight. Thank fuck she stepped away from the wall and followed Bulldog on her own. His brother Pit Bull was close behind. I turned back to Ronald and my sergeant-at-arms, Reggie.
“You fuckin’ know what this means?” My question was for Ronald. He just looked at me with a mixture of pain and anger in his bloodshot eyes. “It means that we leave your old lady alone for now. But don’t get any fuckin’ ideas. If I get the feeling you’re not working toward paying off your debt, I’ll rethink this whole fuckin’ thing.” I leaned toward him and lowered my voice. “I’d hate to put you both in the ground.”
“How long do I have?”
“Three months.”
His eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “Three months! Fuck, man, there’s no way I can get thirty grand in three months! And it was only fifteen thousand to begin with!”
“Not my fuckin’ problem,” I said, straightening up. “You know the penalty is double what was taken.” I looked at Reggie.
“Another finger, boss?”
I laughed. Reggie liked inflicting pain.
“No, man, please!” Ronald begged. “I’ll get the money, I swear!”
I glared at him long and hard. He was lying through his teeth, but I was willing to give him some time. “You’d better.” I turned without another word, confident that Reggie would follow.
I was certain Ronald had gotten the message that we weren’t fucking around, but I still didn’t trust him. When it came down to life or death, survival instincts often made the decision for you. Ronald loved his wife, but I didn’t doubt for a moment that he would run and abandon her if he couldn’t pay off his debt on time. I was probably making a mistake taking Rachel instead of Maddie, and should have listened to my fucking brain instead of my dick.
I pushed open the front door and stepped outside. Rachel was leaning against her car, arms crossed beneath her tits, looking worried. She had every right to be. I hadn’t been kidding when I’d told her that she wasn’t going to be a guest. I was going to put her ass to work, either at the club or dancing at the bar in town. I knew that she was aware that I was there, and I stared hard at her but she refused to look my way. She was fucking stubborn, and that was going to get her into trouble.
Bulldog and Pit Bull were hanging around their bikes, smoking and talking. I decided to let them finish their smokes before setting off. I walked to Rachel and couldn’t help notice her straighten up when I got close to her. She still hadn’t acknowledged me.
“Look, baby.” That got her attention. “You do what you’re told and you’ll be okay.” I could tell she didn’t like what I’d said, but that was just too damn bad. She’d agreed to take her sister’s place. “You live around here?”
“A few streets over.”
“Good, we can take you there to pick up some clothes and shit.” Movement from across the street drew my gaze away from her. A neighbor was sitting in a chair right outside his door. Then I caught sight of a woman walking her dog. We were in a shitty, run-down neighborhood that probably saw a lot of crime and police activity. I wasn’t worried about wagging tongues.
I heard the door to the house open and slam shut, and glanced over to see Reggie coming out. “All good?”
“Yeah, man. He’ll comply,” Reggie said, walking toward his bike.
“Let’s get on the road then.” My eyes dropped to Rachel’s mouth, watching her tongue come out and lick that sexy bottom lip. I wanted to fucking kiss her again, draw that fleshy lip into my mouth and suck on it. "We're going to make a brief stop at Rachel's house so she can pack a bag," I said without facing my brothers. "We'll follow you." I opened the door to her car and she slipped in and started it up without speaking.
Fine by me, I didn't care about talking. There were other things she could use that pretty mouth for. Smiling, I turned toward my bike, catching the amusement on the faces of my crew. They knew better than to say anything. I mounted my bike and by the time we pulled out onto the road Rachel was already turning the corner and moving out of sight. I wasn't worried. There was no way she could outrun a bike, and besides, she wouldn't run anyway. Not as long as she thought we’d come back to take her sister.
Worry for her sister would be the leverage I needed to keep her under control.
Four streets over she turned down another residential street where the houses were a little better than the one we'd just left. Hell, they were a lot better. When she pulled into the drive of a red-brick house we followed, parking behind her car. There was another vehicle parked there, which meant that she either had company, or she shared the house with someone.
The first thing I noticed when she opened her car door and got out was the frown on her face as she took in the other vehicle. She wasn't happy, and the slamming of her car door put an exclamation mark on it. We made eye contact.
"Trouble?" I asked.
She shook her head. "The ex," she mumbled, and I had to strain to hear it. She turned to go inside.
"Rachel." She paused and looked back at me with a question in her eyes. "Ten minutes. Pack light. We can pick up anything you forget later."
She turned without a word. I watched her sweet ass sway as she made her way to the door and disappeared inside.
"Holy fuck, I want to tap that sweet ass!" I heard Pit Bull grumble.
"You get the back door, I'll take the front," Bulldog added. The brothers laughed. I knew how they felt.
We’d just returned from a quick trip to Maine to help out the Wild Marauders with some shit, and had then come straight here. I’d sent most of my crew on to the clubhouse, and they were probably ass deep in booze and pussy right now, which is where the twins wanted to be. It hadn’t mattered that Lynch had offered us a night of free booze and pussy before we left, these two brothers were addicted to sex, and never seemed
to get enough.
I thought about the sexy woman inside the house. Some men liked their women skinny, but I'd never been one of them. I liked a woman who was soft and had the kind of curves that told me that she wouldn't fuckin' break if I got a little rough with her, and I liked it rough. Hell, I liked everything fucking rough.
"Hey, Prez, that leaves her mouth for you," Pit Bull said, getting a laugh from Bulldog and Reggie.
The thought of her mouth wrapped around my cock made my dick jerk. I knew the twins didn't mind sharing their women. I'd caught them double teaming Rita more than once and she didn't seem to mind it either. But I wasn't into sharing. When I took a woman I wanted all of her to myself. I had no trouble fucking all three holes.
"I hear you, brothers. You'll get some pussy soon." I pulled out my cell and checked the time. Seemed Rachel had been gone a hell of a lot longer than ten fucking minutes. Sighing, I brought my leg over the seat of my bike. "Be right back."
I figured I got halfway to the door when the sound of loud voices reached me, a man and a woman arguing. I picked up my pace and yanked the door open, entering a huge room. No one was there but the sound of a loud slap told me which direction to go. As I moved down a hallway I peeked into every room I passed until I found what I was looking for.
Fucking hell! Rachel was pinned against a wall, anger on her flushed face and blood at the corner of her mouth. The man holding her there had his back to me. He had one had at her throat, and the other was squeezing her tit. I saw fucking red, walking directly to him without announcing my presence. Rachel's gaze met mine before I wrapped my arm around the man's neck and jerked him away from her.
"What the fuck—"
“Don’t hurt him!”
I ignored her and forced the guy face-first up against a nearby wall. "Next time pick on someone your own fuckin’ size." I grated the words into his ear and then grabbed a handful of hair, yanked his head back, and slammed his face into the wall with enough force that he groaned and sank to the floor.
I swung back to Rachel, assessing the damage. She was still against the wall, her gaze on the man at my feet. There wasn't a fucking ounce of emotion on her face for the guy. Her gaze darted up to mine.
"I thought you said he wouldn't be trouble." I grated my teeth, taking in the bruise already evident on her cheek. Fucking bastard! I had zero tolerance for a man who hit a woman. "You okay?" Her pretty mouth was trembling and I went to her, examining the damage to her lip. It was a small split. "You might want to take care of your mouth before we leave."
Her tongue came out to run over the corner of her mouth. "You probably shouldn't have done that," she said, nodding toward the unconscious man. “That was out of character for him, but he’d been drink—”
"Not the response I usually get after saving someone’s ass," I scowled.
"Jimmy comes from a wealthy family," she went on. “He has friends.”
Probably the same kind I had. "Worried about me, babe?" Christ, what was it about this woman that was affecting me so strongly? It wasn’t as if I didn’t get pussy whenever I wanted it, but she was making me feel like a fuckin’ teenager. When she didn't answer me I began to look around, spotting a duffle bag on the bed.
"I tried to pack while Jimmy was ranting, but I didn't get very far." She moved away from the wall and went to a dresser.
"Why didn't you fuckin' call for help?" I watched her pull out a couple pairs of jeans and more tanks like the one she had on.
She shrugged, opening another drawer. "I thought I could handle him. He's never been physical with me before." She pulled out some intimate looking shit and stuffed it in the bag. "I just need a few things from the bathroom and I'll be done."
"Yo! What the fuck is the hold-up? You tryin' out the new piece?" Before I could answer Reggie appeared in the doorway. His eyes immediately fell on Rachel's ex before swinging back up to me, a question in them.
Rachel walked back into the room, squeezing past Reggie. He glanced down at her face and back up at me. "Shit."
"Her ex," I said simply. I heard Rachel zip up her bag. I grabbed it and turned to leave. "Let's get on the road." As we neared the door I felt her hesitation. "What?"
"I live with two other people. I probably should leave them a note or something."
"You can call them later. I'm anxious to get back to the clubhouse." I kicked the screen door open and headed to my bike. Once Rachel's bag was secured in a saddlebag on the side of my bike I turned to her. “You ever been on a bike?” She shook her head no. “Fuck, baby. You’re in for a treat.” I took her hand and pulled her over to my Harley. I mounted and turned to look at her. “Get on.”
When she spread her legs I closed my eyes for a second, imagining her riding my cock. Christ, I was going to have a constant hard-on with her riding behind me, knowing her fucking cunt was against me. I exchanged a look with my crew, who until then had been silently watching with fucking smirks on their faces. I knew they’d jump at a chance to have her curves up against them for the ride home. But they also knew that as their president, I got first dibs on her pussy.
Chapter 3
RACHEL
What the hell had I gotten myself into? At that moment I didn’t think that I could hate Ronald any more than I did. I loved my sister, Maddie, she was all the family I had left, but honestly, sometimes her lack of judgment had me wondering if we were truly related by blood. She’d married the scumbag two years before and not one promise he’d made had happened for her yet. No new car, no new house in a better neighborhood, no baby. When was she going to wake up?
I knew that he made good money as a tattoo artist, but as a compulsive gambler he bet it all away. They were practically living on Maddie’s pitiful weekly checks that she got from working at the same bar that I did. Every time I asked her when she was going to admit that Ronald was a loser and would always be a loser, she insisted that she loved him. I guess what they said about love being blind was really true.
Well, it hadn’t worked for me. I thought about Jimmy, and how we’d left him back at the house. It hadn’t taken me long to realize that trying to turn our friendship into something more hadn’t been a good idea. The intimacy had been awkward and not satisfying, and my feelings for Jimmy hadn’t morphed into the same love he said he felt for me. The only problem was that he wanted to keep trying, giving me the “in time” speech, but I knew that no amount of time was going to make my feelings change.
I wanted to go back to being just friends.
If Prez (I still didn’t know his name) hadn’t come in when he had, there was no telling how far Jimmy would have gone in his drunken state. He’d been trying to convince me to go back to him, finally losing it when I hadn’t stopped tossing things into my bag. The truth was that I’d barely been listening to him, too preoccupied with thoughts of the sexy biker that was waiting outside, and what going with him really meant. I could only wonder at what kind of work he was going to have me do. I knew how to tend bar, and that was about it.
I had no idea how long we’d been riding. A good portion of it had been with me clinging tightly to Prez with my face buried against his leathered back. There was no windshield, and at the speed we were going it felt like my clothes were going to fly right off me. My long, unbound hair was flying out behind me in spite of the helmet I was wearing. I’d never ridden on a motorcycle before, but I had to admit it was exhilarating.
Finally we pulled into the parking lot of a biker bar. I knew the cobblestone building was ancient and used to be a gas station. Not much had been done to the outside other than the removal of the gas pumps. There was no sign identifying the bar, but this was a small town and everyone knew where the Dark Menace MC called home. Some land had been cleared to the side and rear of the building and made into a parking lot. Next to the bar was a garage, which was still being used as one. The double garage doors were closed, and two vehicles were parked in front of them. A twelve foot chain link fence surrounded the grounds.
Other than a dozen or so motorcycles that were backed up at the front of the bar, all seemed quiet for an early Friday afternoon. Prez pulled in at an angle, and also backed into a spot close to the entrance. He cut the engine and held his hand back, to help me off, I assumed. Once I was standing I reached up to undo my helmet. He dismounted and swung my way, watching me. I tried not to let his silent scrutiny bother me, but that was difficult to do when I was pretty sure that what I saw in his dark eyes was arousal. I finally got the strap undone and offered him the helmet, staring right back at him and ignoring the heat that was crawling up my neck to my cheeks.
He took the helmet, set it on his seat, and then opened the saddle bag for my bag. As he did this the three men who’d been traveling with us walked up. I wasn’t afraid to meet their eyes, I dealt with assholes like them every day, and I wasn’t about to let them intimidate me. They simply smirked at me, and one of them reached for the door.
“Pit Bull.” He halted and turned back to us. Stone held my bag out to him. “Put this in my room.”
Pit Bull’s smirk turned into a full-fledged grin, and he winked at me, taking the bag from Stone. The bastard! I knew what he was thinking. I waited until he’d disappeared inside before returning my gaze to Stone. Like Pit Bull’s, I knew that the sexy smile on his face was at my expense. He knew what was going through my mind, and I could tell that he was waiting for me to react.
I slammed my hands on my hips. “Your room? And just where will you be sleeping?” I wanted to make it clear from the start that it wouldn’t be with me.
He leaned against his bike and crossed his arms. “I barely have enough rooms for my men, so we’ll be sharing, sweetheart.”
“Like hell we will! I’ll sleep on a couch somewhere.” There was no way that I was sharing a bed with him. Something told me that if I did, we wouldn’t be getting much sleep. I wasn’t stupid. When he’d kissed me back at Maddie’s it may have started in anger, but it had ended in full-blown passion, and there’d been no denying that he’d had a serious hard-on.
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